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Email: langley@fermat.dartmouth.edu
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Date: Tue May 17 23:23:48 1994
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Who you calling thief?
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Yeah, the fight. What are you,
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Why don't you mind your own
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business and watch the fight
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He dances like a moonbeam on a golden
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That's me name, what of it?
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@match percival|percy|Percy|Percival
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Ah, ye want to learn his secrets?
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Well, the only one who he will speak
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to is the lovely lady Portia.
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@match portia|lady|Portia
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Ah, a pretty lass in her day. She
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has a house up near the church. Ask
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her about Percy, not me.
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Heh he everyones after a pirate's
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gold. More like yer bones will
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litter the sandy deep.
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@match moogly|bill|Moogly|Bill
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Moogly Bill was a terror to peaceful
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folk. He took his secrets to his
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grave, and made sure his grave was
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What are ye babbling about?
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Yo ho! Did ye see that punch!
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Heh, he's me mate oer in the
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Arrr! Get him ye landlubber!
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froop froop froop froop
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Yeah, now stop bothering me.
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Won'tcha buy a girl a drink? >hic<
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Hah, you want in our treasure, well
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you might have better luck than us.
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Its old Moogly Bill's treasure.
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Yes, he was buried with his treasure
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map. Only Peg Leg Percival knows where.
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Redeye knows Percival, but he won't
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@match redeye|Redeye
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Redeye is in the back room watching
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the fight. He's the ugly one.
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@match [Pp]ercy|[Pp]ercival|pegleg
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Old Percival is retired and
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spends his time fishin. He won't
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talk to the likes o' us.
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@match hello|howdy|hi
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@match bill|moogly|Moogly|Bill
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Ay, the dread pirate Moogly Bill.
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Terror of the high seas.
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No one found his pirate loot, he
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took the secret of it to his grave.
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Enough for a king's ransom . . .
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but he was buried with the map.
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Redeye knows more than we.
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Hold your horses, I'll get your
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drinks when I'm good and ready.
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name mysterious stranger
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I don't know anything, ask them . . .
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Pssst. I overheard those two in the
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next booth whispering about treasure.
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Keep away from me, yer stinking up the